According to the official history, in the early days of the Qing Dynasty, there was a bandit named Sun ***, who made him desperate for the evil things in the world, and finally received a total of 2,000 knives.

There are so many knives that you can only use 'fish scales' to cut, otherwise you can't cut them at all.

When this human flesh was cut off, there was only a thin layer, and when it looked at the sun, it was even transparent.

The executioner did it until the sun went down, and then he went home to drink and sleep, thinking that he would do it again tomorrow.

The result is good, this grandson is really a man, although only half of the skeleton is left, but the consciousness is still there, and he killed himself without saying a word.

The next day, before the executioner arrived, someone had already come to the door to arrest someone.

Fifteen hundred knives remained, and they all had to be taken all.

Since then, the taboo left by the ancestors has been broken, no matter what morning, noon and night, if you can do it, hurry up, don't end up playing yourself to death.

This is why in the middle of the Qing Dynasty, there were Taoist priests sitting 24 hours a day.

Resentment, yin, blood, and anger all erupted at night, and if no one was present, there would definitely be a big mess.

But even so, there are still some things that cannot be changed.

At the end of the Qing Dynasty, from the ministers of the court to the officials patrolling the streets, they were all greedy, and the silver that the court approved to invite Taoist priests was also filled with private pockets.

If it is a repeat offender from the DPRK and China, there is no need to escort him back to Beijing, and he will be executed directly on the spot.

When this happened, this group of corrupt officials also had a way to find their family members to put on Taoist robes and sit in the Dharma field for a day, and the matter was successfully resolved.

And when the old blacksmith said this, he was referring to the land under our feet.

At the end of the Qing Dynasty, the original platform was demolished and the location was moved to the current blacksmith shop.

The old blacksmith slowly explained the ins and outs of this like a story bank.

I couldn't help but wonder, "How do you know so clearly?"

"Then you should ask me why I became a blacksmith."

The old blacksmith laughed dryly: "My grandfather is the last executioner of Mo Nan, and before he died, he told my grandfather that he must let his children and grandchildren do things related to fire, otherwise he will not be able to produce three generations, and the family will die."

Truly.

At that time, although the executioner's profession was reasonable and legal, it was a life-threatening thing.

The executioner has seen blood and yin all his life, and he can resist it by relying on hard characters, but future generations may not be.

After a pause, I asked, "What does this have to do with the wind outside?"

"It's a big deal."

The old blacksmith said slowly, "That corner is where the platform is chopped."

"All it takes is a gust of wind, and that's the previous Death Snatcher coming to ask for his life. If the yang energy is not heavy, it is impossible to get out alive."

The old blacksmith glanced at me, "Well, after all that, I'll tell you one thing, so let's leave if it's nothing."

"This is not the place for you to come."

Xu Mozui quickly asked, "Huh? If you know everything, why did you agree to stay here in the first place?"

"I can only eat this bowl of rice in my life, what can I do if I don't do this? Anyway, why don't I take advantage of it?"

With that, he scoffed, "You don't know what they're up to. It's nothing more than trying to rely on the yang energy of striking iron to suppress the original evil."

This old man can see it, know the destiny of heaven, and settle the destiny of heaven.

At this time, the white-haired wind outside had passed, and the old blacksmith got up and opened the door: "The story is over, so let's go."

I went out and took out the big iron pot and threw it in front of the old blacksmith: "Old man, I know you are not an ordinary person."

"Let's go on a trip, don't rush me away, you can give me a palm, see what this thing is?"

The old blacksmith stepped forward, looked down for a moment, and then struck with his hand a few more times.

"Where did you get this?"

I was stunned for a moment, and then said half-truthfully, "Ancestral in the family."